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SIBERIAN BLUESBerlin, Germany

Maria Marachowska´s "Siberian Blues" is an entirely new music style. In her music and the soft timbre of her deep singing
voice, this blue haze, that is Blues, takes on the shape of figures and moods, forms poetic words, seems almost meditative. Whoever gets into this unique experience of "Siberian Blues", submerges far under the surface and comes across long lost feelings and emotions....more

But being both from me, both to each friend, /Мои друзья - друзья между собою,
Suspect I may, but not directly tell; /Кто победит, но доброго не жду.
But being both from me, both to each friend, /Мои друзья - друзья между собою,
I guess one angel in another's hell: /И я боюсь, что ангел мой в аду.

Afterglow shall be with me on the sleigh, /Дай ты мне зарю на дровни,
the willow already swaying the reins, /Ветку вербы на узду.
I would like to ask for the grace /Может быть, к вратам Господним
to be led to heaven. /Сам себя я приведу.

Songs, songs, what do you scream and scream again? /Песни, песни, о чем вы кричите?
Or: Have you nothing left to give? /Иль вам нечего больше дать?
The fair, the light blue yarn /Голубого покоя нити
I learn how to braid it into hair, into time. /Я учусь в мои кудри вплетать.

I want to be strict, I learn about silence, /Я хочу быть тихим и строгим.
learn from the stars how to be silent and good. /Я молчанью у звезд учусь.
Good: as a bush on the wayside, as a willow /Хорошо ивняком при дороге
tending the slumbering Russia. /Сторожить задремавшую Русь.

Good: in the moon, in the autumn of September /Хорошо в эту лунную осень
strolling alone trough the grass yellow as the moon,/Бродить по траве одному
gathering the dry ears of corn along the path /И сбирать на дороге колосья
into the soul's empty lumber bag. /В обнищалую душу-суму.

However, it's not the blue of the plains that heals me. /Но равнинная синь не лечит.
Songs, songs, what do you pin on me? /Песни, песни, иль вас не стряхнуть?..
With a gold sparkling broom /Золотистой метелкой вечер
the evening cleans the path and sweeps it smooth for me. /Расчищает мой ровный путь.